Kickstand Pam

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

October 4th - We have a new total ..... 734!!! I am having a blast with this food drive. I get to see friends I haven't seen in so long. You know the kind of friends I'm talking about too. They hug for real not just a lean in and tap on the back hug.

I got to meet a friend that I've followed on FB/blog. Turns out she's a real hugger too!

Two interesting things in this picture - do you see them?

1. Ramen noodles in a Whole Foods bag - I could not stop laughing after your friend pointed that out. (By the way Ramen noodles are in huge demand at the TWC so thank you for giving them!)2. There is a pay phone in the background. A payphone! I didn't know they still existed.

I've discovered that it's not important if OLIVES are a fruit or a vegetable but they are a finger food that is best served with a drink that some prefer shake'n not stirred.

The Raider's love to get to practice early, to run and slide thru the mud but when you label this a drill they will bring cans of food for the food drive to get out of it.

You have 10 days left to get food in for the Raiders Coach for a day contest! Who's gonna help the team score by calling an offensive series during the game on 10/14?!!! Who's it gonna be? Maybe it'll be me :)

Me: Well, if I could do that then I wouldn't need to be collecting food.

Zak: Laughing, oh ya, let's keep thinking. :)

- - - - Me and Gracie after school - - - -

Gracie: We had our physical fitness drill today mom.

Me: How'd it go?

Gracie: Mom, I told myself if my mom can run 50 miles for food, I can run around the gym 35 times.

Me: ..... I couldn't could speak. She's either learned how to tell me what I want to hear or she is the little girl I hoped she would be. I'm going with the 2nd answer. :)- - - - @ Church on Sunday - - - -Scott and I were waiting for the kids to come out of the restroom before church on Sunday. We both stood mesmerized looking at the food donations that were coming in for the food drive at church. They have one every month. We give but never bother looking at all the donations. Sunday we both stood at the back of the entire collection of food. It was neatly categorized into cereals, pastas, soups, you get the idea. I kept thinking, that has to be what 3,000 looks like. Probably more. I caught a glimpse of our reflections in the glass, you would have thought we were kids on Christmas looking at all the presents under the Christmas tree.Thanks to all who have donated. This is going to be a success because of you guys! Onward and upward!!!

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Got my 1st donation yesterday!!! 24 cans of green beans from my friends Barbara and Jeff. And today a very generous donation from a friend from Minnesota's mom!

There is still more work to be done. A lot of work. Running the 50 miles is going to be easy. Part of me is thinking, why did I put it out there that I want to collect 3,001 cans and part of me is thinking I should have said I would collect more.

I have heard from so many people offering to donate not just food but their time and their energy. Initially I knew Caro would run a couple loops with me as well as TR and then the emails started to come in with friends saying they would run a loop and then the phone call from MJ. She's the president of Tri-Smart Triathlon club. She not only offered help with raising food but also informed me that the club will make sure I'm not out there running alone.

I visited Together We Cope yesterday and made a quick video of the director of the food pantry explaining who they serve.

I'm not Steven Spielberg so the quality of my video isn't what it could be but I think it gives a brief description as to who they serve and what their hours are. If you can't hear Carol, this is what she is saying ....

Together We Cope is located at 17010 South Oak Park Avenue, Tinley Park - our hours are Mon., Tues., Wed., and Fri. 9 a.m. to 3 p.m. and Thurs., 2 p.m. to 7 p.m. We service between 50 and 70 families a day and our boundaries are from 87th St. to the North, Western Ave. to the East, 183rd to the South and Will Cook Road to the West.

What isn't in the video but I asked about is this .... Are there any items of food that you may need more of than others .... Carol made it very clear that she will take ANY donation but there is a need for things like Peanut Butter, Jelly, Pasta, Noodles, Canned Soups, Ramen soups, Spaghetti Sauce, Rice, Canned Meats, Tuna, Beans and Cereal. These are all items that are filling and can make a semi-nutritious meal.

Did the math and figured - they service just about a 50 mile radius in the cook county area. Huh! Maybe next time I should plan to run the outer perimeter of their boundaries. Never mind, I have to concentrate on this time first.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

So, I'm sitting in church and we have a visiting pastor talking to us about world hunger. He's telling us how children are fed dirt to feel full because the soup kitchens and food pantries run out of food. I always cry when I hear this. Of course that's why we hear the story and that's what motivates us to donate to the cause.

I always pray and ask if there is more I can do. I feel like there is more but I just don't know what I can do to help. Right here. In Illinois.

A couple weeks back I ran a 50 miler. There was a man there, that ran, he raised 3,000 cans of food for his food pantry. Here's his blog, http://brandonmulnix.com/ you can read all about him. It's a pretty remarkable story. While I read it I started thinking, hey, there's another 50 miler coming up at the end of October. I'll run that and ask friends and family to help!

But something just didn't sit right with me and that decision. The 50 miler has a race entry fee of $75 right now and it's gonna jump in price in a couple of weeks. I kept thinking how can I ask anyone for food while I'm spending money on a race when instead I could be spending it on food to donate.

So I came up with the idea to run on my own. Let me make this perfectly clear. I'm just running 50 miles. This isn't a race. There's no website to go to check on this. I'm completely independent of any organization and this isn't an "organized event". I'm just trying to make a difference and not have it cost me or anyone else anything more than a couple of cans of food.

I plan on documenting this journey on FaceBook with pictures and updates of everyone who is giving. I plan on talking about this a lot because I think that's one of the best ways to spread the word. Heck, I talked about it to my teller at our bank yesterday and she's ready to help!

So, here goes nothing. I Will Run For Food - and I need you to come along with me. I need your food to help make a difference!

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Ok, I promise not to go on and on. You guys know me well enough now to know that I probably will get off track, but I will try my best to stick to the points of what I'm trying to say and not start talking about my kids or why hated what I ate for dinner when I was 9.

I'm being honest here ....

I signed up for this race thinking it was going to be easy. Yup, that's why I signed on. Why would I think a 50 mile run through the woods would be easy? This is why, "There is no high altitude to contend with, no rocks to jump over, and no stream crossing to wade through just beautiful forest with a few roots to remind you you're not on pavement." I took this quote right from the race website. When I attempted and failed McNaughton in 08 I wanted the toughest muddiest course out there. Bring it on I thought. I obviously wasn't thinking clearly and got just what I asked for. Well, this time I knew better. What I failed to read was the sentence just before the one that made me believe this would be a cake walk. It states .... "The trail is a single track hiking trail with enough hills to make for a challenging race." Um, note to self, read and re-read all material before clicking the send button on the race application.

No Excuses .... but here's one

I loved training for this race. LOVES is an understatement. I proudly made the best of the time that I had to train. My kids came with me on probably half of the long runs that I had. They rode their bikes while I trotted out the miles. We would sometimes stop at IHop or Dunkn Donuts. It was fun. Unfortunately there was little training on the trails. PLEASE NOTE - I'm not complaining!!! I do wish that I was able to get out there though. I think my falls would have been cut in half.

Falls? Did you says falls?

The 1st 25.5 miles I fell 4 times. I won't go into exaggerated detail like I FELL HARD. YOU COULD HEAR THE THUMP IN THE NEXT STATE. When running 50 miles and falling at mile 3 you're ego is put in check. The next fall, well the ego slowly begins to crumble. You see where I'm going with this right? On my second loop I didn't fall until after mile 35. And then, I think I fell 4 more times. I was tired at this point so my math may be off. My ego would tell you but I don't have one right now. It's rebuilding from all the falls I took.

Don't confuse tripping with falling, duh!

You're out there running, in the "woods". Trees are what make up the forest or "woods". It's a big beautiful forest. Dense. It was a hot sunny day but we were extremely sheltered from the sun because of this fact. A cool breeze would whisp through occassionally and remind all of us that there is a God and he just sent us a little gift. Oops, sorry I'm straying here. Well, tree roots are EVERYWHERE! At mile one I watched a man fall. Me trying to make lite of what just happened to him told him "well, at least you got that out of the way early". And just like that I tripped. Ok, note to self, keep your comments to yourself, even if you are trying to make someone feel better. And then I tripped again, and again and again. To the point where I thought I was tearing my left leg out of the hip joint. I would just find a good pace and boink, I'd stumble.

Yes, I did ask myself "What the hell am I doing out here?"

It was around mile 18. I was deflated. I had good, consistant training runs and even though my training wasn't on a trail but I felt like things should be going better than they were. The thought of doing a 2nd loop was killing me. Much to my surprise I kept the "I'm just not gonna do it, I'm gonna stop at 25" thoughts a bay. But I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that I paid money to feel this way. I was being physically and mentally beat'n up and I paid for it. I was doing something wrong and had to figure out what it was and turn it around.

Yes, that was me at mile 19 on my phone.

1st, I texted to my sister. It just made me feel better. Then I called my husband ....

Husband - hey, where are you?

Me - Around mile 19

Husband - what?

Me - mile 19

Husband - WHAT? Hey, I can't hear you!

Me - mile 19 (geesh)

and then he says ....

Husband - Pam, are you ok?

Me - yeah, I'm ok, I just needed to tell you that.

Husband - I love you, call me later.

Me - Good luck at your game. I love you.

And that's why I'm still married to him.

And the attitude started to change.

The following thought started going through my head ....

I paid for 17 and I'm gonna use 17. Actually I paid for 14 hours but the original statement is 17!!! I started doing the math in my head and I could walk, keeping a 20 minute pace and still finish the race. It would be close but I could finish. So that was my plan. At that point I thought I could feel the smile returning to my face.

You don't know what your miss'n!

A man ran by me around mile 25. I had past him earlier and he had been struggling. But now, he ran by just like he had just started running the race. As he's going by he said "man, if you passed up those blueberries back there, you don't know what you're missing." My ears rang. For 2 reasons. 1. For the most part I trained with cereal bars and dried fruit and bananas. Out here I was running on cereal bars and Gel. ??? Why I changed it up a little, who knows butI needed to go back to what I knew worked best for me. 2. Well, my dad died in April. We weren't close as adults. And when he passed away I was worried about feeling angry and bitter about not communicating as adults but thankfull I don't feel that way. I hear something someone says and it reminds me of him in good ways. "You don't know what you are missing" was one of his favorite sayings. And hearing it then well, it made me smile. I stopped smiling around mile 2 so if felt really good to smile again.

I'm still in the woods at mile 25?!?

I was shocked to see that I was still in the woods at mile 25. I was feeling good now but felt cheated. What the heck, where is everybody? What's going on. A half mile down the trail was where everyone was. At that point I was gonna change my socks and shoes, eat, maybe pee and head off again. Instead I got a piece of Bazooka bubble gum, some more gel and salt, filled my camel and started to head out. I was really feeling good, tired but good cause there were other runner there starting their 2nd loop. I didn't feel so alone or slow. Just as I'm leaving the aid station I hear the volunteer tell a man that those white things on the table are potatoes. WHAT, I almsot left without eating some salt and potatoes. I ate 2 and that was the best decision I made all day!

Yes, I run with music

Not all the time but today my plan was this - the 1st 25 miles are a warm up and the 2nd 25 are the race. May sound strange, a 25 mile warm up but that was the best way I could think of to mentally keep my self in the game. No matter how hard or bad the 1st loop was it was ok, cause it was just a warm up. But no music the 1st loop. That was my prize for finishing the 1st loop. So the minute I started the 2nd loop the ear buds went in and the music went on. It's funny cause when your tired you don't need it blasting. You just need to hear it. And it was like angels singing to me. The potatoes were kicking in, the salt the water and the music. Life was good. So good that for the next 6 or 7 miles I felt like I just started. Not kidding. I was laughing (probably sounding a little crazy out there laughing and running) but I just felt that good that it was just falling out of my mouth. Hey, just thought better that falling than me to the ground. At the aid stations I would fill up with water and any natural food item they had. Every hour that would pass I would take salt. I was thinking this 2nd loop would be a breeze. And then, well, not so fast there trail baz'n Pam ....

Why did I start thinking about time?

I stopped thinking about the music, the scenery, my life and the kids and started thinking that I'm feeling so good I just might subsplit my second loop. And then .... thump! Yup, I fell. Right then I told myself get all thoughts of time and speed out of your head and enjoy. And I did. Until ....

NEVER TURN AWAY HELP!

I went to take my next round of salt tabs and found myself sucking the last bit of water out of my camel. How the hell that happened I am clueless cause I was taking care of every detail like a mother takes care of her children. But it did happen and I was high and dry without water for about a mile and a half. At this point I was jocking with a really nice man who came out behind me and wanted to know if I decided to take a quick nap. We were throwing these kinds of comments out to each other each time we passed, it was pretty funny. Anyway I told him about my water situation and he kindly offered me one of his bottles!!! And what did I do? In all my politeness? Said no thank you, water is ONLY a mile and a half away. With that he offered it again and told me he had plenty and for some reason, maybe dehydration was starting to set in at this point I turned him down again. So off he went. About a half mile after that I realized that it would be really stupid for me to run and dehydrate anymore than I was. I walked about a mile to the aid station filled up, drank a couple of cups and off I went.

Lesson learned, I will never turn down help again.

The Hubby Tells Me I don't have Rhythm but What I Thought I Had Was Lost After That.

My good feeling was gone. I was stumbling again and falling occasionally. I jockeyed with the same group of people until the aid station at mile 37 it was there I started to think that I had to keep my own pace and not worry about keeping up with others. My goal was to finish and God forbid I'm running, stumble, fall, break something and don't finish with only a mile to go. So I would run the flats and walk the hills. Mile 42 I was feeling tired, sore, sad - well not sad but emotional so yeah, kind of sad. It was then I decided to just walk. I kept about 15 minute mile pace for the next 7 miles. I talked to everyone that passed me and honestly, I was feeling good. I wasn't thinking clearly though cause in my mind I was just gonna make the deadline. I was actually gonna finish about an hour and a half before the cut off.

Where the Streets Have No Name

There was a mile and a half left. The smile on my face was huge. Like I was trying not to smile cause it was annoying me that it was so big. There were 2 women about 50 yrds ahead of me and a man about 25 yrds behind me. Having them there was very comforting for some reason. Until, I started to cry. Yup, it was an ugly cry too. Cause the smile was still on my face. I was thinking about my 1st 50 mile attempt, I thought about the Graves disease and how I couldn't run, I thought how I truly believed I would never run again and that I needed to find other interests to fill my time and I thought about how glad I was that I was wrong. That I am running again. It was a long, slow journey back but I'm here. I'm running. And then I hear the beginning of the U2 song, Where the Streets Have No Name. How did I time that so perfectly? It was time to run. I know this sounds to fairy tale to believe but just like a movie the song starts playing and I start running. I pass the 2 women in front of me and I remind myself not to fast, you don't want to fall. The tears are gone. I'm just smiling my big old smile. It's a great feeling. The sun is going down, Bono is sining in my ear, I'm heading toward the opening of the forest to the finish line. People are cheering, I choke a little but still smile, what an amazing finish .... until .... wait, hey, where is the finish. Yes, I managed to mess up my movie perfect ending with getting lost on my way to the finish line. Granted it was only a couple of steps in the wrong direction, I was going back to the 25.5 mile turn around while the finish was just right of that. DOH! My mistake managed to slow me down enough for me to know I wasn't going to trip or fall over the line. I was done. I did it. 12:35.09.

BLING - Now that's some bling!

I did this race with my good friend Dennis. He finished about 25 minutes ahead of me. Maybe I'll get him next time. :) But one of the things he talked about for this race was the size of the finishers medal. And honestly, it was HUGE! It made me laugh when they put it around my neck. Now, this may sound strange to some but I don't like finisher medals. Sorry Jeff, if you are reading this, you have a wonderful business and I know you bring so much joy to so many with your medals but I just have this quirky oposition to them. Well, I did. Not anymore. You see, I left my medal somewhere at the race. I was talking to so many people when I finished and changing my clothes and packing the car and waiting for the drop bag and eating that I lost track of my dinner plate size medal. The medal I thought I didn't want, well it turns out I wish I had it. I wrote the race director. I know he's busy but almost a week later I still haven't heard from him. Crossing my fingers he answers me soon. :)

Stomping like a child up and down my stairs cause I just didn't want to go back to work.

Memories I think Others Can learn From Including Me

I'm getting ready to pick Scott up from the hospital last February and my doc calls me and tells me to come by the office and pick up some lab results and radiology films to get a second opinion. As soon as I hang up the phone rings, it's the school, Gracie's puking I need to go get her. I pick her up, head to my doc, pick up my stuff, stop for gas on the way to the hospital. I don't have the debit card so I run in to pay with cash. I do my best to figure out how much to pay but my mind isn't working at this point and tell the cashier that I want 10 gallons, could she please help me. She politely smiles and starts to help but we are interrupted by a woman who tells the cashier that she only needs $10 and she doesn't have time for this. So, the cashier asks what pump she's on. She pauses and looks at the cashier, then at me, then at her car, then leans back and looks and hums, (clocks ticking) Reactively I start laughing. Cause she was in such a big hurry she forgot to check her pump. The cashier thought she was gonna just lay me out. Right there. But I couldn't help it, the laugh just fell out of my mouth. Sometimes life isn't what it seems. Sometimes life isn't all about you. For all I know the lady was in a hurry because her mom was dying and she only had an hour left to be with her.

When you think you should call some one to support them, you should. The morning of blood clot drama I was beside myself. Scott's mom had just left the hospital and we were waiting for Scott to go down to radiology when my phone rang. I felt an overwhelming sense of relief when I saw Laura's name on my phone. I tearfully said hello and she strongly asked what happened. I don't remember much else other than I felt safe. It was comforting to talk to her. So if you think you should call or run over or make a meal or just send a note or email or text, do it. Don't hesitate.

Did You Mean Kristin or Kristin?

Okay, God does have a sense of humor. How do I know? Well, I'm in my mid 40's and he blesses me in the same year with 2 friends that have the same name. Try having a dinner conversation with your husband and explain you just ran with Kristin and you are going swimming with Kristin on Saturday, oh and you wanna hear what Kristin told me .....

Funny Things I've Heard?

There's just not enough space to write everything Zak has said.

RATS

"Mom, I wrote you down as my hero at school". "Gracie, thank you so much. I love you." Gracie, "Well, I couldn't think of anyone else so put you."

Dying from heat on a Saturday run on the lakefront. Caro and I are half way done and seeing Kristin jogging alone. Yelling to her and then waving and she yells back ..... "You crazy bitches, how'd you get in front of me?" The girls next us at the fountain burst out laughing. Caro and I are laughing. Ok, maybe you had to be there. It really was funny.

"I paid for 17 and that's what I'm doing." Gotta love it Kristin :)

"Are you girls really riding in this heat?" A Broadview police officer after a ride on a July lunch break. I thought he was talking to someone else, like girls. I literally looked around for 2 other girls riding their bikes until I realized he was talking to me.

"Who's coach Troy?" I asked Caroline. "You have got to turn off those reality t.v. shows and start doing the spinnervals!"

"Just go in back and start swimming. I set it up for you. I even moved the trampoline over to the edge of the pool so the kids can just jump right in." I panicked for nothing and the kids had a blast :) Thank you Jeff and Barbara.

Didn't hear this but thinking about swimming in total darkness @ 5:30 in the morning, in the rain, staying as close to Dennis's feet at possible. It was the longest swim ever! Going back the shore was better cause th sun came up. And yes, Dennis beat me in UGH!

If There Was Ever A Time to Say Thank You

I really am not gonna say it now. I'll say it when my time is done and I don't go back. But I am trying to think of the best way, if there is one, to say thank you to my colleague's at work. I was scattered much of the springtime. My thoughts were all over but the support I recieved from 5 strangers, who only knew me for all of 4 weeks before my life started spinning, is difficult to put into words. What will be more difficult is saying goodbye.

Dirtiest Kids in Chicagoland!

I was so close. Thanks to everyone who voted. Looks like I'm gonna have to save my money to get to Louisville.

2 Books

Much to my complete and total surprise I read 2 books this year.

4 Agreements (self help)

Comeback (non-fiction)

I think both of them can make you a better person. Maybe next year I'll read 3 books. If you're a betting man, bet against what I just said.

Did I Really Just Say That?

So our school cut it's full time nurse to a part-time position. 4 hours a day. Both of our children have chronic asthma and our son has a peanut allergy. Without getting into long details Scott and I found ourselves at some school board meetings at the end of spring.

School board meetings are a process every tax payer should go through. Find the time. Go.

I thought the board had no money for a nurse. Then realized there was a surplus. After doing a lot of research on line about having a nurse in the school as opposed to not having one. Which was kind of a waste of time cause there isn't much out there. I also talked to a lot of people in the community, including our Park District, which doesn't not have a nurse on staff at all programs because it just won't be cost effective. I reached the conclusion that a part time nurse would be appropriate.

Here's where it got really foggy for me. The board approved a part time nurse in March 6-1. In May, after a petition was signed that the parents wanted the issue readdressed, the board president agreed to increase the nurse's 4 hour day to 6 1/2 hours. This meant that a nurse would be present the entire time the children would be at school. She would still be considered part-time and paid without benefits. I'm thinking cool, that's just like me. I'm working part-time and not being paid benefits. If I needed benefits I would apply for a job that pays them. Right?

Some of the board members that agreed to a part-time nurse voted against the new part-time nurse.

So, in all my wisdom (anger) I made a complete ass of myself and confronted the board members by name after the vote. I went as far as to say that they had the nurse's best interest at heart and not the children of the school. I just wanted to know why they flip flopped. It still doesn't make sense. But I was out of line and spoke up at an inappropriate time. I now know that this is something that should have been done after the meeting not during.

I must say, and I do believe this with all my heart, all the members of our school board work hard. Heck, I was exhausted just going to 3 meetings. They go to meetings at least once a month to fight for what they believe is best for the school. They do this on their own time/dime.

My final thought. It was the first time in my life I felt like a republican. Did I just write that?

The Secret of Life

I think I discovered one of the secrets to life.

We can't do it alone. We aren't meant to be here and go through it by ourselves. We have to interact. Talk, laugh, cry and just be with each other. Help each other. Piss each other off. Comfort each other. Learn from one another. You get what I'm trying to say here.

6:47 - My mom calls - Happy Birthday. I'm so blessed that she is alive, she is healthy.

7:03 - I hesitate for some reason during the start. I'm overwhelmed. I'm going to race this race. Leave it all out there. Save nothing when I cross the finish. My day has arrived. It's my turn.

7:?? - I'm swimming out and see the orange buoy off in the distance. Huh, why is it way over there.

Swim some more, huh, why did the race director put the orange buoy over there?

Swim more and a swimmer cuts across me and then, not 4 minutes before but then I realize I am about 20 yrs out from where I need to be DOH!!!!

7:?? - Swimming on course. Minding my own business when I .... um ..... violate another swimmer. He wasn't wearing a wetsuit. He did have on tri shorts. The freakish accident did make me swim a little faster ..... eweee.

7:42? - I'm out of the water. It feels great. Check the watch 0:42. Well, can't get mad. Keep on going .....

7:42.33 - High five Kristin and Caro

time check ??? - on the bike, somewhere between loving this and hating it, the hate creeps in and takes over.

??? - realize this is exactly where I want to be. Bye, bye hate. No place other than right here, right now. Life is good. Thank you GOD.

??? - I am completely surprised at the sight of a tramp stamp, on a man. It's not everyday you see one on a man now is it. Nice distraction.

See a white catapilar. Not blonde or light brown but white. Actually saw several of them. It's funny what you notice at 16 mph ;)

??? - Jockey with a group - Army jersey - 28 a/g, red tri top girl - 33 a/g, colorful bike shirt man - ?, and me. We encourage each other each time one passes the other.T2 - Finally off the bike, time to run. Very cute young man wishes me happy birthday! Hey, how does he know. Then I see him talking with Kristin! She is a stitch. She's wearing her Warrior Dash hat now.

Leaving T2 - I hear chants from K and Caro - keeps me smiling even though I wanted to puke. For really, I was feeling like I was gonna lose all my mango and 48 ounces of water.

Run time??? - It's tough out there. Red tri top girl passes me around mile 1.5. She looks awesome. I want that feeling.

??? - Turn around for my 2nd loop on the run when this little dog, on a long leash, starts jumping on me. Where did he come from? His owner is yelling at me not to be scared. WHAT?!

Run time ??? - I high 5 Red Tri top girl one more time. She's heading home. She's about a mile in front of me now.

Run time??? - K and Caro are cheering and yelling for me. I'm finishing. I'm crying just a little.

Post Race - I'm feeling happy. Over the moon. I raced. I left it all out there. A lot of it in gas form :) I'm disappointed with my time. It doesn't reflect what I know I'm capable of but I'm happy because I did it. I'm done. HR was good. Support was awesome. I cry, I laugh. I'm blessed.

PR - K and Caro sing Happy Birthday at a picnic table by the lake. We eat a giant chocolate chip cookie. MMMMMM. The sun is shining. There is a cool breeze. (OK is was really windy but this is my birthday rendition of the truth so today it was a cool breeze) And we laugh, and laugh and laugh some more about the day.